Footprints in the Snow

I trace footprints in the snow.

Where they went, now I go.

It grows colder as the sky grows dark.

So I guide myself through their marks.

Expectation has been put on me now.

To be a daughter, a sister and keep my vows,

Those thoughts ring in my mind

As I walk the path they have assigned.

I trace the footprints around the bend.

The snow still falls, but the footprints end.

I am left alone and cold without a guide,

Without them where should I stride.

It is getting darker and I’m feeling cold.

Where should I go without being told?

I have followed directions all my days

Seeking warmth, seeking praise.

Here, I do what I’ve never done,

I leave my own footprints one by one.